Just got an invitation through the mails:. Your presence requested this evening, its formal. A top hat, a white tie and tails. Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails.
There's no business like show business like no business I know. Everything about it is appealing, everything that traffic will allow. Nowhere could you get that happy feeling when you are stealing that extra bow.
The girl that I marry will have to be. As soft and as pink as a nursery. The girl I call my own. Will wear satins and laces and smell of cologne. . Her nails will be polished and, in her hair,.
They say that falling love is wonderful. It's wonderful, so they say. And with the moon up above, it's wonderful. It's wonderful, so they tell me. . I can't recall who said it.
This year's crop of kisses. Don't seem as sweet to me. This year's crop just misses. What kisses used to be. This year's new romance. Doesn't seem to have a chance.
They say that falling in love is wonderful. It's wonderful, so they say. And with the moon up above. It's wonderful, it's wonderful, so they tell me!.
They say that falling love is wonderful. It's wonderful, so they say. And with the moon up above, it's wonderful. It's wonderful, so they tell me. . I can't recall who said it.
My thoughts go back to a heavenly dance. A moment of bliss we spent. Our hearts were filled with a song of romance. As into the night we went. And sang to our hearts' content.
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk. Are secretly unhappy men because. The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk. Get paid for what they do but no applause.
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk. Are secretly unhappy men because. The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk. Get paid for what they do but no applause.